Page 150 of Mad Love

I smirked. The powerful feeling of having him splayed beneath me, mine for the taking, was heady.

And I could do this for the rest of our lives.

Grinning to myself, I dove back in, sucking and licking in earnest until his hips started to lift and try to find my rhythm. As soon as he moved, I changed tactics until a light sheen of sweat glistened on his body.

“Maddie.” His tone was a warning growl, letting me know he was seconds from snapping.

I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him deep, his tip hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed around my gag reflex and felt him jerk on my tongue as I cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

“Christ,” he hissed, hands suddenly tangling in my hair and holding me where he wanted so he could fuck my mouth and throat.

Everything in me softened as I let my defenses drop. There was something insanely sexy about witnessing him losing control and taking me the way he wanted. The way he needed.

When I was sure he was about to come in my mouth, he pulled me off his cock with an audible pop to tug me up his body. He manhandled me until my knees were sprawled on either side of his face, and then his mouth attacked my pussy without any preamble.

“Shit,” I gasped, my hands flying to the headboard as I scrambled to find something to hold on to as his tongue speared deep inside me in rough, ragged thrusts.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice muffled. He sucked my clit into his mouth with a sharp tug that sent me careening headfirst into a blazing orgasm. I clenched my jaw, trying not to cry out, because there were other people in the house.

Ryan worked two fingers into my wet heat, rubbing my sensitive walls before hooking his fingers and caressing that soft spot that made my entire body clench. “Don’t you dare hide those screams from me.” He rubbed that spot again as his lips fastened around my clit, and it was too much.

A wholly uncontrolled shriek left my throat as I tried to scramble away from him, the pleasure so bright it bordered on painful. His hands locked on my thighs, holding my pussy to his face as he continued to ruin me.

I was a writhing, panting mess. My entire world was in flames as I rocked against him, the stubble of his jaw abrading the insides of my thighs. I slapped a palm on the wall as I shattered around him, coming again in hard waves that left spots dancing in my vision.

“Hands on the headboard,” Ryan ordered, moving from between my legs and coming around behind me on the bed.

My fingers wrapped around the top of the headboard, my body always willing to obey even when I wasn’t entirely sure I remembered how to breathe.

He tugged at my legs, positioning me just how he wanted, with my ass angled enough for him to fit himself against my opening. He nipped at my shoulder before whispering, “Don’t let go, baby.” Then he slammed inside of me with a guttural groan that made my toes curl.

He was impossibly large and big, and my swollen pussy rippled around him as I stretched to accommodate his invasion. He withdrew only to thrust back inside. The pace was brutal, and all I could do was feel as I surrendered every ounce of control to him.

His hands gripped my hips with enough force to bruise, and some primal part of me desperately wanted to wear those marks like a badge of honor. I wanted to look in the mirror and see the evidence of where he’d held me, reminding me that I belonged to him.

One hand slipped up my torso to roll and pinch one nipple and then the other. My back arched as I squeezed my eyes shut, giving myself over to the sensations he was wringing from my body as another orgasm started to coil low in my stomach.

I moaned, knowing this one would wreck me. Ruin me.

The hand kneading my breast slipped between my thighs and stroked my clit in firm circles.

“Too much,” I whimpered, my head shaking back and forth as my legs started to tremble.

He kissed the side of my neck. “No, Maddie, it’s never enough.” He pinched my clit gently, and the scream I let loose was the byproduct of my soul leaving my damn body. I clamped down on his cock, feeling him jerk and pulse inside me as he came with his own hoarse cry.

My body twitched and shook as he rode me through the orgasm, and he caught me around the waist when I lost all control and collapsed. With exquisite care, he lowered me back onto the bed and lay down beside me as tears pricked at my eyes.

“Mads.” He wiped one away with his thumb.

It had started as a game, but now, in this moment, the reality of what I’d done—what I’d risked—was crashing over me like a tidal wave, dragging me across a rocky and brittle bottom before sucking me out to sea.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped around a ragged sob.

His lips pressed together in an unhappy line as he held me. “I know.”

But the words fell from my lips unchecked, and borderline hysterical. “It was so stupid. I don’t know why I had to go back in… And, Jesus, if you hadn’t shown up…”

Holy shit.

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